The unspoken words.
Few people talk about death as it seems like you are tempting fate, but to me, death has been ever-present for the last five years since I almost died in my sleep.
Most of my mother's family lived into their mid-80's; the exception being my Uncle John who died from cancer at my age (63).
Today, more than ever, I feel the pull of mortality, I only went for a 10-minute walk to our doctors, but I had severe breathing problems on both the way there and on my return.
I cannot complain as I have lived with a series of genetic flaws since I was born, even if I never knew of them until several years ago.
The latest of several MRI scans I had in the last year revealed I have lesions on my kidneys, I wonder if one day I will have a test and not find something new wrong with me?